Aliyah's POV

I helped the children prepare for school, packing and arranging their lunch boxes while Tracy dressed them up right in the sitting room.

“Mommy, we are late again?” Elara's little voice came from the sitting room. Barely audible, but I could make out what she said.

“Not late, sweetie. Mommy is almost done” I yelled from the kitchen.

“But we'll be late if you don't get your socks on, Elara!” Tracy said to her with a giggle.

Soon, I was done with the packing, ...